There is nothing like a rewrite
To make one feel odd
Pushing text in a different way
In order to get a different nod
Different drafts
Are entirely other beasts
As opposed to writing
An entirely different feast
To keep the main idea
Is the absolute key
While removing bad content
And letting the story free
The real question is
Will it all work
Or by changing the story
Will it do nothing bur irk?
Such is the life
A writer has to live
While balancing on the edge
One cannot afford to be passive
This body of work
Is mine to tame
If I cannot work it out
It will be even more lame
But I shall not put down
This ever so epic tale
Because I believe in Deeya
Enough that I shan’t fail
Buried Secrets
Has arrived again
A new format for the tale
Is being achieved under my pen
I refuse to loose readers
Because of bad choices for a first draft
I am not sailing this ship
As if it were a raft
No,
The story will be told right
For this
Is my eternal fight
To conquer my writing demons
To challenge myself in every way
And win
Upon this very day.
--Dan
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